The darkness of the shadow that fell upon my memory, marked the day a silent death took my soul.
What did I do so wrong? That you look at me all wrong…
I walked in, not knowing what I feel, watching you fade into a different real…
Staying in the back and not making eye contact,
watching you cave into the love that is gonna break.
I see what you feel, I need for what you desire… But you dug those feeling so deep that it’s hard to decipher.
I can give all that you need, I can change the way you feel, but I made a promise to watch you heal and to pick you up when you kneel.
Hurting myself in silence is better than watching your tears fall right through me.
I have no strings left to hold you back,
I have no promises, no future to call you back.
I gave my all, to watch you leave;
I have done bad, I have done harm,
I know I deserve every bit of the pain, yet I cry to watch you leave..
I pass your heart to someone else with the risk of watching it break and secrecy of owning it.
Have I done any better than the rest?
I broke your heart and I scared your soul,
I don’t deserve to be the one who loves you the most.
Silent as the night turns, the mind dwells into the unknown… venturing through the dark to find the light of the broken..
Looking for the unknown presence creeping through the dark.
To hear the unknown closer than the mind can feel. Anxious as if may seem…
There is someone out there lurking behind you’re open eyes..
I saw the monster under my bed. I looked into its eyes.
I sensed home.
It’s feeding on the sanity.
Bleeding out the insanity.
Yearning; the last bit of the living life.
Pulling you deeper in,
Sucking you into the dark hole of nothingness.
Searching for the reflection in the eyes of the monster.
I saw me.
Monsters reap the dying souls..
To avenge the living dead..
To love or to hate the rotting humanity reflects the reek of the dead..
To inflect the severity of the bleeding wounds that ripe with the cutting words…
The monsters that reap the dying souls wrench through the living beast,
Finding their way to eruption of the broken souls…
To live or to die; we learn to fight the dead and fear the living.